
If you see the world as gloomily as i see it, the only thing to do is laugh or shoot yourself.
John Le Carre
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Ralph Crane
John Le Carre Hamburg 1964

This was it. This was home. This. This place. This was what you'd packed your valise and come here for. This was what you'd looked forward to when you were seventeen. This was what you'd grown pretty for, grown graceful for, grown up for. All over the place you could hardly move, it was littered with shards. Ankle deep, knee deep. You couldn't see them. Shattered dreams, smashed hopes, busted arches.
Cornell Woolrich
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William Boulay